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    Reflection: Epilogue

    Story written on October 17, 2005 by ayns.
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    Bette reflecting on their first time together Chapter 5

    Previously:

    Tina’s P.O.V.

    And that is why I’m sitting here now with a thousand thoughts running through my head. My whole life I have been waiting for the one person to complete me, to share my life with. And I found her. She’s lying beside me, snoring softly against my shoulder. I guess I just don’t want to wake up and for none of this to have happened. I know that’s not going to happen, but I just can’t bring myself to fall asleep. Guess I’ll just have to lay here for the rest of my life staring at this extraordinary woman cradled safely in my arms. That sounds just about perfect to me.

    Bette’s P.O.V.

    I know it’s late, or early depending on how you look at it and I’m trying to fight my body from waking up. I’m still a little groggy, but when my hand grips the smooth skin of her back a smile spreads across my face. When I finally blink my eyes open I’m met with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. She looks so adorable curled up beside me, one hand pressed against her cheek, the other resting lightly on my chest just above my heart. I can’t help myself as I reach out and gently brush the hair off her face, I want to look at every lovely line and memorize this moment forever. She stirs a little when I touch her and I’m instantly contrite for disturbing her slumber. She mumbles my name as she shifts a little closer; our bare thighs come into contact and her hand slides over my shoulder pulling me close. It feels amazing to be holding her like this. I can’t remember the last time I let someone hold me while we’ve slept; save the few times I’ve spent the night with Tina. It always seemed to intimate, to personal. ***** was the easy part, I knew how to please a woman, make her beg and moan, but to actually spend the night in someone’s arms was something I just couldn’t offer them. It felt like I would be making them a promise I could never follow through on. But lying here with Tina wrapped up against me, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, I knew I could and would promise her anything she wanted.

    I glance over her shoulder at the clock and 4:15 glares back at me in indigo. I have to smile at the fact that we’ve been in this bed most of the day and night. As the memories of the last few hours flood my brain a shudder runs up my spine.

    I felt as if I had been waiting for her forever, not that I ever would have pressured her to do anything she wasn’t ready for. But the tension had been building to a fevered pitch. Every time we touched or kissed, every stolen glance in a crowded club, every whispered word over a romantic dinner had all led up to the explosion we shared just hours ago; yet I was still surprised when it happened. We were both expecting some perfect night with champagne and roses, but all we really needed was each other.

    I was surprised how calm she was as I led her to my bedroom. Her strong grip in my hand and the intense burning in her eyes told me she was more than ready. I think I was the nervous one. Sure I had been with women before, but never with the right woman. She was expecting me to lead her, to guide her through and although I am more the qualified one, I wanted it to be perfect. Not just because it was her first time with a woman, but because it was her first time with me.

    As she shyly revealed her body to me bit by bit I felt my mouth start to water and that wasn’t the only part of me with a little extra moisture. I know she felt self conscious, but I could never understand why, she was simply stunning standing in the late afternoon light that made her pale skin glow. I had pulled her to me then, needing to feel that skin against my own. I captured her mouth in a furious kiss as we rubbed our ***** together, the hard points of her nipples brushing my own. When I reluctantly broke the kiss her eyes instantly feel on my chest. She looked so curious, so hungry. I had noticed her before trying desperately not to stare at my cleavage and that now, as it did then, made me giddy with joy. She was definitely a boob girl. But when she dove at my chest, nuzzling, licking, biting, she caught me totally off guard. She was so tender and inquisitive, obviously new at this, but still succeeding in creating a rush of liquid to my increasingly soaked panties. She never ceases to amaze me.

    When I knelt before her having released her from her last piece of clothing, she trembled slightly, looking at me with expectation in her eyes. I told her was beautiful because it was true, I kissed her softly where she needed me most and had to fight to stop myself from taking her right then and there. I felt the firmness of her abs hidden beneath silky skin against my face as I inhaled her scent trying to ground myself.

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    2. wow………one of the most touching stories i’ve ever read
      you should do this with every pair !!!

      but on the serious notes that was truly touching, we don’t see enough of that emotion anymore… :)

    3. That was just absolutely amazing. I really loved the way you wrote Tina’s experience it made my heart float away. And now the way you wrote Bette was like reading art. The way she gave herself completely to Tina that is true love. Thank you for this story.

    4. YaaaY im so glad that you couldnt resist writting Bettes POV and that was so amazeing,and so romantic! so now we can all relive it again and again whenever we want to. may just go back and re read all your chapters thanks so much.

    12. **looking around for a cigarette** That’s right, you know I don’t smoke but I need something. That was….**breathless**….so good. Guess a celery stick will have to do.
      Outstanding writing. You aren’t still in school are you? (smile)

    13. Ayns, thank you for sharing such erotic romance with us. A new job and a new puppy have taken so much of my time these past 2 months; but I am so glad that the time was available for me to finish reading your story tonight……You are truly gifted in every sense of the word. I can only borrow what others have said or implied; you transcend the act of sex into a form of art. Your writing is what “making love” is all about and I love how you made love to us!!!!!!! Once again…..Thank You!!

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